I might be dying. I don’t know how to tell anyone and it feels like I’m overreacting, but the doctors can figure out what’s wrong and it’s only getting worse. I miss my old hair, it’s dry and falling out now. It’s such a weird thing to get caught up on, and I’ve ALWAYS thought so in those cancer movies. But it just brings it home more then any of the other truly awful and painful symptoms. This isn’t something I can push through, there’s nothing I can do about it at all. All I have is waiting for a million tests and blood work and telling a different doctor the same things in case they find the reason for why I’m like this, or at least a med that works. The meds always make me tired, but I don’t have that much energy anyway. I really, really don’t want to die. I’ve just started to enjoy living. I’m 16. It’s not fair.